As if he was venting, Snape's teaching was harsher than before, and the power of the Regent's mind was much greater, and when he was finally allowed to leave, his mind was in chaos like never before, and it took a long time for him to sit on the couch in a daze, and it didn't hurt so much.

It was a terrible time for Harry. As the OWL exam approached, all fifth-graders were under unprecedented pressure, and some even broke down in class. Compared to the others, Harry had to endure Umbridge's intense attention and Snape's special teachings.

Seriously, if it weren't for DA, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to survive a long time ago.

DA's progress is still very gratifying, with the gold coins that Hermione has cast a spell, they have always been very safe, and they are also very attentive when practicing, and now they have begun to practice the Patronus Charm, and some have even been able to successfully summon their own Patronus. And the last lesson before Easter was basically successful, except for Neville.

"You have to think about the things you're happy about." Looking at the tip of Neville's staff, Harry, the patronus who was about to come out, reminded.

"I was thinking about it." Neville was a little annoyed, his head was covered in sweat and his muscles were coming out, but the silver light on the tip of the staff just couldn't form.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, Neville had tried hard enough, all he needed was a very small opportunity.

Walking in the room of responsiveness, the air is full of patron saints summoned by everyone. Fred and George are magpies, they have perfectly inherited the character of their owners, and they are very lively in the air.

Seamus is a fox, Luna is a hare, and Ron is a beagle, very cute. Stewart, Terry, Anthony, and Michael, who are the Fox, the Scottish Shepherd, the Dalmatian, and the German Shepherd, except for Stewart's lively, all stayed honestly next to their owners.

Harry was delighted by the sight, feeling that his efforts had been well rewarded, and he continued to say words of encouragement, drawing praise from everyone.

Suddenly, the door opened and closed quickly, and Harry looked back but saw nothing. Before he had taken two steps, he noticed that people had stopped practicing, and their pants seemed to be being pulled by something crazy. Looking down, it was Dobby.

"Hey, what's wrong with Dobby?" Harry asked.

Dobby's eyes trembled wide, and everyone's attention was on it.

"Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby...... told you," Dobby shrieked, "but the house-elves were warned of a terrible ......"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Sensing that something was wrong, Harry quickly grabbed Dobby's arms and asked, this was to prevent it from hurting himself.

She ...... She ......" Dobby was incoherent, just repeating the word "she" constantly, much to Harry's great anxiety. Hermione, who was on the side, suddenly said thoughtfully, "Umbridge? Is it her? She found out we're coming? ”

Everyone was stunned when they saw Dobby's momentum as if he was about to light his head off. This time, Harry's reaction was quick, and before Hermione could say anything, he yelled, "Run."

The door was opened, and everyone rushed out, fleeing in all directions. Some ran to the dormitory, some went to the library, toilets, and classrooms, and were already in a panic, just trying to escape Umbridge's capture.

Harry's target was the men's restroom, which he remembered was not far ahead. He was running as fast as he could, but suddenly something seemed to stumble over his feet, and he fell straight down, and slid forward on the ground for a long time. Then he heard a very familiar voice.

"Hahaha, Potter's stumbling curse," Malfoy said, "The professor got it."

Harry's arm was covered in bruises, and he turned over in pain, and at a glance he saw Umbridge's face full of disgusting smiles.

"Great, nice job Draco, Slytlinga fifty points," Umbridge pulled Harry's arm hard and pulled him up from the ground, "go ahead and see if we can catch a few more Draco" Umbridge was very happy, "Take a look at the library, the classroom, the auditorium, and look for those who are out of breath"

She shoved Harry roughly, and within minutes she was at the headmaster's office. After saying the command, the stone monster dodged a path and went up the spiral staircase, and they walked straight into the office.

It was packed with people, Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his expression calm. Professor McGonagall stood by, her face full of concern. And Minister Fudge, who sat in his chair and shook it excitedly, clearly satisfied. Harry also saw Percy, who was standing next to Fudge with a quill and a thick roll of parchment, ready to take notes.

"He's on his way back to the Gryffindor common room, and the Malfoy kid has blocked him." Umbridge said in her shrill voice.

"Really, really?" Fudge was excited, his hands rubbing together "Potter, I think you know why you're here......"

Harry was tempted to answer "Yes" directly, but when he saw Dumbledore behind the table, he shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know. ”

"Don't know?" Fudge gave Umbridge a confused look, then at Dumbledore with the Old God there, and then asked, "You really don't know why Professor Umbridge is keeping you here?" Don't you know you've broken the school rules? ”

"Nope"

"What about the Ministry of Magic's decree?"

"Not either."

Fudge's face was visibly ugly, he sat up straight, stared at Harry, and said, "So you're saying you don't know that there's an illegal student organization in this school?" ”

"Yes. How can there be an illegal student organization? Harry looked incredulous, as if he had heard of it for the first time.

"The minister thinks bringing in the whistleblower will make it all go more smoothly." Umbridge said with a smile.

"Whistleblower? Okay, okay, bring her here. Fudge agreed, and Umbridge left the office a few moments later, bringing a man in. Harry recognized it at a glance as Marietta, the Ravenclaw sixth year Marietta they had introduced, with a large cloak on her body, her hands hidden in her sleeves, and her face covered.

"Don't be afraid of darling." Umbridge patted her on the back and said to Fudge, "Minister, she's the daughter of Lady Ekmore, the administrator of the Arcmore Network of the Division of Magical Transportation. ”

"Great," Fudge said enthusiastically, "come on, tell me about that illegal student organization...... Don't be shy to look up...... Oh my God, Merlin is on top."

Marietta kept covering her face, no matter what Fudge said, which made Umbridge a little impatient. She rudely dropped Marietta's hand, but everyone was startled at the sight of the face, and Harry took a few steps back, but Professor McGonagall was behind to hold him up so that he didn't fall.

What kind of face was that, I saw Marietta's face was covered with pimples the size of a fingernail, which were getting bigger and bigger, and some of them had even turned a strange blue and purple. Rows of "traitors" moved rhythmically across her face, as well as her arms and hands.

She let out a scream, but spat out a mouthful of blood, and several teeth fell to the ground in it. Although Marietta quickly hid herself in her cloak, everyone saw that her hair fell off one by one, and curly hairs grew on her face and neck.

The hairs seemed to be very hard, and as soon as her hands were covered, they were punctured, and the blood was left drops behind, and in a few moments the cloak was dyed red.

"Oh my God, what is this," Fudge was genuinely frightened, and he shouted loudly, "Who did that?" Who did this? ”

"Hermione," Marietta's mournful voice rang out, and she didn't know what was going on, and her blood was bleeding more.

Suddenly, she simply stopped hiding it and leaked all the miserable things.

She stared at Harry with resentment in her eyes.